Tim Kasher - Strays

from The Game of Monogamy

I’ve been thinking I should write some kind of love song for you   

To prove to you I do

It shouldn’t be too hard to write
I’ll just think of that time I first saw you in Omaha
You were stranded on Jackson with a bus fare to who know’s where
I took you in, right, then and there
And life took on a new form
No more stayin out all night
No more killing ourselves just to make ourselves feel alright
No more sleepin with stranger’s and those awkward goodbyes
I never had much family, never had too many friends
Then you came wandering through
And pompously, I took you for granted
That’s why I gotta write this little, this little love song for you
I’ll sing about those Denver mornings you’d wake up ballin about a long lost kid
Your maternal instincts were kicking in
As the sun dazzled bright upon the peaks
You brought home a dog you found in the alley
You said "Can we keep her?" I said "Well, what kind of man would I be?"
So you bought her a collar and you called her your family
Right is a selfish, right is an egotist
I’m afraid I’m as bad as it gets
I keep forgettin to sensor the truth
That’s why I better write some, some kinda love song for you
We’re driving cross country in a U-Haul on the hunt for our new home
High a top Eagle Rock, we found a house with a big back yard
So we picked up another mutt from the Crenshaw Pound
Sipping coffee on the porch while the dogs wrestle on the lawn
I’m sorry I’ve had my doubts…
We're a family of strays but together we’ve been found
We're a family of stray’s but together we’ve been found